Am I good enough

It's a wierd feeling I've been having lately... I've been feeling alot of pressure to 'get it together' before our daughter comes.  It doesn't make sense... wherever she is...she's without a 'family', without a home, without American medicine and education and freedoms... yet, I feel a lot of pressure to make our family perfect before she gets here.  My husband agreed.  It's a different feeling when you talk about adopting a child vs. having one.  We are making a promise to her to always be better... We are taking her out of everything she's ever known, everything that is familiar and promising - we will love you and take care of you. 

I have to remind myself that it is the Lord who gives me strength, who allows me to love, to forgive, to be compassionate... and to stumble... The good in me is not from myself and the bad is not overcome through my own persistence. 

I may not be 'good enough all the time' but He is... and I know He will use our family to show this little girl a love and a God she may not have known before.  So I don't have to be perfect.  Thank God He Is.

Moving Right Along

We are on the wait list for a referral which is very exciting. I was also very excited to learn more about the specific adoption process in Ghana. When we travel to pick up our daughter all of the official court paperwork, visas, etc. will be ready for us upon arrival. Our trip will be spent getting to know one another and experiencing her culture and learning more about her. That's awesome.

Lincoln asks funny questions about 'baby girl'... wondering where she will sleep, where her car seat is and things like that. He will be a very sweet protective big brother.

It's so encouraging to read people's blogs and share their adoption stories. There are many inspiring, amazing people within the adoption community.

It is weird to think about the fact that our daughter could be already born across the globe and we have no idea who she is, can't watch her take her first steps, or rock her when she wakes at night... I have a hard time leaving my children with a sitter for 4 hours. I can't wait to meet her. Until then, sleep well my dear. We love you already.